For the times when they hit you

Face down in the ground with the wet suit

Plant seeds but the tree never grow fruit

Shouting but they all got you on mute

When they got you thinking maybe

It could be me that's the crazy

All the tears bled up

On the climb up

Dry up

Into nothing

Haa

No nothing you understand

Haa haa

Makes sense but

Don't you know that nothing's really ever beautiful

We're all just broken windows

What you see depends from where

You set your eye

I could see my

Blood on the floor

Or it might just be a

Rose